My nocturnal habits have gone by the wayside. Fortunately this makes it easier for me hop on my bike when daybreak reveals a morning haze.
Riding and shooting fog is among my favourite hobbies, even though my impatience at times affects my ability to savor the moment. Still I enjoy the refreshing mist, the calmness of the city and observing how the world changes around you.
This morning I slung my upgraded Cannondale Bad Boy over my shoulder, and navigated my way down three flights of stairs. I have a familiar route that I take, and riding an uncertified stealth bomber would help a great deal in getting to where I needed.
I’ve always shot candid moments, preferring to fish for that decisive moment of uninterrupted life. But on this early Sunday morning, I felt I was playing a part in the film 28 Days Later. Besides the odd straggler dragging luggage behind them, I felt like I was the only person on the streets.
This led me to try something different and shoot some bike portraits of the Bad Boy. My thanks to the fog that played a role in providing a teaser for my number one ride.